It was decided I would stay there—temporarily I’d replied—until I had time to find something more permanent. Now I was standing on the sidewalk, leash in hand, Rufus sitting to my left as we watched Travis toss my bags in the back of Mitch’s car. Then he proceeded to fit the bag I’d packed for Ru...
I’d dressed in what I considered was appropriate police interview attire: a mustard coloured pencil skirt and short sleeve black knit top with my hair a loose knot of curls at the nape of my neck. I smoothed my skirt nervously. Having Jared sitting next to me, the warmth and comfort of his should...